It's actually quite a surprise to see how the days have snook up on me!
I'm adjusting to life as a non-/ex-smoker, although sadly it hasn't taken the path I was hoping for. Which is probably why I'm finding it so hard to 'celebrate'.
I went to see my family last weekend, and told my 8 yr old brother Luke that I'd quit. What I saw was complete disinterest in his face, which was a bit disheartening. But when speaking to my OH a couple of days later he said "Luke's face really lit up when you'd said you'd quit."
So it seems I've entered another depressive phase, which is colouring my view of things. I just keep reminding myself that this could have happened whether I was smoking or not, and keep taking the NRT until I feel a bit more stable.
Anyways, I'd better go and clean this room up a bit ready for tomorrow's sunday lunch. :rolleyes: (I will not drink all the beers while tidying, I will not *hic* drink *hic*. Oopsh!)